Post by logan on Jul 2, 2006 20:52:50 GMT -5
Success is bitter sweet, it taste good at first, but it always has a way of turning sour on you when you least expect it.
Somehow, Dake Ken managed to get his shoulder up. And now Logan is angry. He's stomping sloppily at Dake, not sure what to do. Dake is slowly climbing to his feet, however, and Logan starts hitting him the most he can. Dake manages to shake off most of the hits, and starts punching Logan, sending him reeling. He throws Logan to the ropes, then runs at him, BITCHKICK!
Zach Davis: DONE!
Shannan Lerch: NO! LOGAN DUCKED IT!
Logan grabs Dake from behind again and hooks another Sleeper and BAM another Connector! Logan falls on top again, this time having enough thought to hook the leg!
One.
Two.
Three.
Luscious Jackson: ELIMINIZZLE!!!
Zach Davis: Logan is your first TWO time War winner and four time WCF Champion!
There it was, sweet tasting victory. Sweeter than ever. I had did it, I had finally broke the history books in WCF. I had become the first, the only. King for a day, or should we say.. a month.
Jack wastes no time, however, and jumps to the top rope. He flies down with the Brooklyn Bridge Splash onto Creeping Death!
One!
Two!
Three!
Zach Davis: Whoa... that really was three! Holy SHIT NEW CHAMPION!
Shannan Lerch: WHAT?!?!?
Luscious Jackson: Awwwww shit, son. Reckless Jack is the World Champion.
Logan stands up and is absolutely LIVID. Seth Lerch runs out from the back and pulls Logan out from the ring, trying to calm him down and talk sense into him. Seth and Tommy Havock raise Logan's arms into the air, trying to show that he's the REAL winner, but the fans boo and Logan is still furious.
And that was the end of it. World Champion no more. No more crown. No more Logan.
February 27th 2006, The Night After Till Death Do Us Part
Logan: So your saying, that I won't wrestle again.
Doctor: No, I'm just suggesting that.
Logan: Well what the hell?
The scene opens up, inside a hospital where Logan is found sitting up on a table with a doctor examing his knee.
Doctor: For the good of your health Logan, and you not getting injured.. I'd keep away from the ring.
Logan: For how long?
Doctor: Atleast a few months, you can't risk it right now.
Logan: A few months..?!
Logan sighs.
Doctor: If you don't, this could be a life time thing. You could be limping for the rest of your life.
Logan looks down, glaring a bit.
Logan: Kind of a bad time, I just lost my world title.. and, I really need to get it back as soon as I can.
Logan looks at the Doctor.
Logan: Alright doc, you win. I'll have to talk to Seth, and see if there is something I can get into for the next few months.
Doctor: Just go home, and rest.
Logan: No, you don't understand. WCF is all I got. I mean damn, I just left my wife over this company. Our "home" is up for sale.
Doctor: So, where have you been staying?
Logan: Hotels, and such. Wherever WCF travels too, really.
Doctor: Alright Logan, whatever you continue to do in WCF.. just make sure it isn't anything psychical.
Logan looks down, as the scene fades out.
And, there it was. Your great WCFer put away from the ring, and forced to play along with Seth's silly entertainment. I won't lie, being the owner of WCF isn't really that bad. But nothing was worse then watching these guys in WCF go out there, and wrestle every week. But now, that's all in the past. The past is forgotten. I was becoming an old washed up has been in the backstage of the WCF hallways, I was becoming a nobody. Well, it's all coming to an end. Now.
Present
We come to present time, the scene opening up inside Logan's office. Instead of there being paper work spread out everywhere, his desk is clean, neat, and empty. A woman sits behind the chair, writing things down as she asks Logan a question.
Woman: So, next week if Reckless Jack or Torture even lay a hand on each other, then their both--
Logan: Yeah, whatever.. just leave it there for me to sign.
Logan is down on the floor, pumping push ups, up, and down.
Woman: Hm, alright.
Logan stands up, letting out a deep breath, and looking at the camera.
Logan: Well, hello boudles. Your probably all wondering who this woman is that's sitting behind The Face of Treachery's desk. Well, wonder no more boudles.. SHUT UP! Or keep wondering? No? Yes? SHUT UP!
Logan sighs.
Logan: This is the secretary of Treachery, and she's going to be helping me with paper work for WCF while I run it. You know, it kind of gives me a little more time to train, and talk to boudles like you.
Woman: I don't know about secretary of treachery..
Logan: The name? Oh, you don't like the name?
Woman: Not really.
Logan: Hm, let me just think of a way to make it better for you.
Woman: Oh, thanks Logan.
Logan: You got any ideas?
Woman: Ye--
Logan: SHUT UP! I'm Logan, damnit! And if I'm calling you secretary of Treachery, then that's what I'm calling you.. BOUDLE! Get back to work, and don't speak. I got things to do, you hear what I'm saying? No? Yes? I said I got a few things to get off my chest. I need to refresh the memory of all these boudles in WCF. Well, what's the best way to do this.. listen up boudles. This is your WCF owner, and legend. Yes, I know it's hard to be these two things at once.. but only a man like me could accomplish this.
Logan sighs, sitting down in the chair which is in front of the desk. Logan looks over the words "WCF Chairman" that's nicely engraved into a sliver plank under his name. Logan picks it up off the desk, looking over at it.
March 26th 2006, Blast
Seth Lerch: Well guys, I'M BACK! The Team of Treachery is control of WCF once again, as stated in the contract for this match! Seth Lerch is the owner again!
A look comes across Logan's face.
Seth Lerch: And on the next Slam-
Logan shakes his head no, and takes the mic. Seth looks confused.
Logan: Seth, Seth, you've got it wrong. The Team of Treachery IS in control.. but the owner is ME!
Seth Lerch: What?! But.. I thought..
Logan: The contract stated that the ToT would take control, but it never said YOU would take control, and since I wrestled the match and all.. well.. I'm going to be the best damn owner this company has ever seen!
Seth looks like he's having an internal fight with himself. After a few seconds, he shrugs, and raises Logan's arm again.
Seth Lerch: And your new WCF owner.. LOGAN!
So, what do you say to that? The NEW owner of WCF. Ha, me? Yes, that's right. Who would've thought that The Face of Treachery could ever run the WCF? It would be disaster. How could it have happened?
Present
Logan: So, you doing anything tonight?
Logan looks over the secretary, grinning.
Secretary: Um, actually.. yes.
Logan: You sure?
Secretary: Uh h-
Logan: SHUT UP!
Logan's grin grows into a smile.
Logan: Don't worry about that, you'll get use to it. So, I'm thinking about making a Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery eating contest for the PPV. I need a few ladies for this.. contest. You interested?
Secretary: What's a Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery?
Logan: Oh, you haven't heard..?
Secretary: No.
Logan: Hold on a second.
Logan stands up, his back turned to the camera. We hear Logan unzip his pants.
Secretary: Oh my..!
She screams, closing her eyes in her hands.
Logan: Oh come on. I see you over there trying to peak.
Secretary: Oh, god no.. may I take the rest of the day off?
Logan sighs, zipping his pants back up, and sitting down.
Logan: Matter of fact, your fired. I presented you the Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery, and you turned it down. Do you know who I am? I'm Logan damnit! You seduce me, not me seduce you. You sex ME up!
She runs out of the office, in tears. The sight will give her nightmares later in the night.
Logan: Oh well, can't have em all.
Logan stands, walking over to the desk, sitting down in his "throne" chair that has fake diamonds covering the arm bars. Logan grabs the phone, making a quick phone call.
Logan: Yes, send in the next one.
Voice: You mean, she's already gone?!
Logan: Well, yeah.. I have no clue what's wrong with her. This is good though, I'm getting all my paper work done by going through this girls.
Voice: Okay, but can I make a suggestion?
Logan: Sure.
Voice: Not everyone wants to see your penis.
Logan: Okay, send in the next one.
Logan quickly hangs up.
Logan: What's wrong with the Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery?!
Just then, a mid twenties blonde girl comes into the room.
Logan: Oh, hey.. sit please.
She takes a seat, in front of Logan's desk.
Logan: So, what's your name?
Lucy: It's Lucy, it's an honor to meet you.
Logan: Lucy.. lucy.. it's a pleasure to meet, well, yeah.. I'm Logan.
She smiles.
Logan: Lucy, I like that name. That isn't a nickname by any chance is it?
She looks confused.
Lucy: Um, no.
Logan frowns a bit.
Logan: Oh, okay. Well.. as you know, your here for a position for the secretary of treachery. But, as you also may know is that I'm a man of business, and a man of.. pleasure.
Lucy seems a bit awkward, as he slumps back in her chair.
Logan: So, if you want this job you must agree to ONE thing.. that I can call SEXertary of Treachery at any time I want, and awkward moments like this WILL occur on a regular basis.
Lucy: Hm, okay.
Lucy extends her hand, Logan extends his hand too, but doesn't shake hers.
Logan: Don't shake.
Lucy: Huh?
She puts her hand down, put Logan keeps his up.
Logan: Well, I'm sure you recognize that I'm the owner of WCF, and Logan. So, instead of us shaking hands.. you can just kiss my pinky.
She stares at him.
Logan: Hm, fine. Or you can just take a seat, and get started.
Logan gets up, as does she, as they switch chairs.
Logan: So, if you have any questions don't bother to give me a call.
Lucy: I sure will.
Logan stands up, walking over to the door.
Logan: Remember Lucy, sexertary of treachery.
Logan winks, before he leaves the office walking down the hall way.
So, here I was. WCF Owner. WCF Wrestler. Back in the ring, finally. It's never been done before, the authority of ownership, and the skill of wrestling into one. I can DO WHATEVER I wanted to. Book my own matches, give myself title shots, or hell I could even go to Sunday Slam this Sunday, strip Torture of the WCF title, and take it for my own. That's the power I had. I was God of WCF.
Logan turns the hallway corner, bumping into Joe Smith.
Logan: Good ole Mike.
Joe Smith: It's Joe.
Logan: SHUT UP!
Joe Smith: Logan, you've known me for years.. I don't know how many times we've down promos together.
Logan: Uh, yeah? Okay? I called you Mike.
Joe Smith: ....
Logan: You get me, boudle? I'm the owner of WCF, and I just called you Mike.
Joe Smith sighs.
Joe Smith: Okay, cameraman, over here.
The promo begins on live T.V.
Joe Smith: This is Mike Smith here with WCF chairman, and active superstar.. Logan.
Logan: How you doing tonight, Mike?
Mike Smith: Er, uh.. great.
Logan: That's good, Mike. So boudles, the time has finally come.. I'm back in the ring. Now, your probably wondering why I'm not the WCF champion already.
Mike Smith: Yes, actually.
Logan: SHUT UP! I'll tell you why, just like I explained on Sunday Slam.. I'm Logan.
Logan stares at the camera.
Mike Smith: Uh..
Logan: Hold on, Mike.
Logan coughs, and looks around.
Logan: Exactly? You see that, I have power over everything. I just made boudle across the nation sit there, in silence, and watch me. I just stopped the entertainment in this promo, and then brought it back to life. You hear that boudles? I'm The God of WCF. Anyway, like I was saying before I just rudely abused my powers.. I'm not just going to take the title away from Torture, and keep it for myself. You know why I wouldn't do that? SHUT UP! Because I'm going back to my roots, I'm going back the way it started for EVERY WCF champion. I'm kicking it down from the bottom, and up to the top just like every single great hall of famer, or WCF champion ever did in WCF. Now maybe, the last few champions in WCF didn't exactly do that. Like Reckless Jack, look at him.. he was a mistake. I kicked him out of T.o.T, and Seth thought that "Hey, for ratings why don't we just throw him in a world title match next week." Well, look what happened there. The WCF had a paper champion for about a month, till well... the next boudle got a title shot. Outcast, the next paper champion. What the hell was that all about? Oh, just because he's got a good name in WCF's from before he can just come in, and get a title shot. Well, that went real smooth. Then there was Bobby Cairo, who the HELL is that? I mean really, I know I was running WCF at the time this happened.. but what the hell? Then there was JJ Biggs, another nobody who hung around in WCF for a few weeks then suddenly got a title shot, and happened to win. It just started pummeling down, and pummeling down the roster.. before you knew it you'd think that everybody would have a run at the title. Until now, yes, you know who.. Torture. Or The Tort, or whatever you want to call him. Yeah, he's got a few moral values of what the WCF champion should be.. he worked to get there. And that's exactly what I'm trying to tell all of you new WCF boudles. I'm coming back, to show everyone exactly how you become a WCF champion, the reason why I'm a four time champion, and WCF Legend. I'm going to climb the ladder, just like I have before, and show everyone the bloody path to glory, and what it takes to be a true champion.
Mike Smith: Well, ye--
Logan: SHUT UP! Mike. I'm talking right now. You see, it's true.. ever since I haven't been in the ring WCF has just lost it's morals. The title got pasted around like a french whore, people were crying about a curse? No, it wasn't curse. It was just nobodys getting title shots out of the blue, it was new guys coming in, that barely worked for anything to get a title shot, get one, win it, and then pass it on to the next new guy. What this was, was nothing but a mistake. And that's why I'm coming back, and that's why I'm going to work my way to the title.
Mike Smith: As we've talked about, it would be so much easier to just strip Tort of the title.
Logan: I'll admit, I'm an asshole. But Torture worked hard to get where he is now, I'll give him credit there. I'm not just going to take that away from him, and what the hell Mike haven't you been listening to me?
Mike Smith: Uh, yeah..?
Logan: SHUT UP! I just explained how I'm going to show all these new guys the old school moral values of WCF. Every WCF world champion from 2000 to my last title run had to f'n work to get to the gold, and when did they.. it was something to remember. This WCF? Bah. It's all junk now, everything just went to hell. But I'm here to bring it back, and fight my way to the championship.
Mike Smith: It's nice to see your not going to use your power as the owner to get ahead. Well, your journey starts this Sunday, Logan, and it's against Ripper.
Logan starts laughing a bit.
Logan: Good ole boudle, Ripper. If I don't recall, I believe back on Saturday of Treachery in sometime of 2003, I got you fired Ripper in that pink slip match. I'm sure you remember that, now wouldn't you Ripper? Well, good to see your back, and all. Look's like your doing pretty good. WCF tag champions? Hm, sounds nice. But let me see, you spilt the tag titles with Burn Out, and Road Rage? Haha. SHUT UP! So, how do you three boudles make up your minds on what two are going to wear the titles when you go out to eat at Mikey D's? I don't really care, and I don't even want to know. I've kicked your ass before Ripper, yes, it's happened. What's going to stop me from doing it again? Nothing.
Logan starts leaving the scene.
Mike Smith: You finished Logan?
Logan: Yeah.
Mike Smith: Can you change my name back to Joe Smith, please?
Logan: SHUT UP!
Logan walks down the hall way, as Mike shrugs with the scene fading out.
Somehow, Dake Ken managed to get his shoulder up. And now Logan is angry. He's stomping sloppily at Dake, not sure what to do. Dake is slowly climbing to his feet, however, and Logan starts hitting him the most he can. Dake manages to shake off most of the hits, and starts punching Logan, sending him reeling. He throws Logan to the ropes, then runs at him, BITCHKICK!
Zach Davis: DONE!
Shannan Lerch: NO! LOGAN DUCKED IT!
Logan grabs Dake from behind again and hooks another Sleeper and BAM another Connector! Logan falls on top again, this time having enough thought to hook the leg!
One.
Two.
Three.
Luscious Jackson: ELIMINIZZLE!!!
Zach Davis: Logan is your first TWO time War winner and four time WCF Champion!
There it was, sweet tasting victory. Sweeter than ever. I had did it, I had finally broke the history books in WCF. I had become the first, the only. King for a day, or should we say.. a month.
Jack wastes no time, however, and jumps to the top rope. He flies down with the Brooklyn Bridge Splash onto Creeping Death!
One!
Two!
Three!
Zach Davis: Whoa... that really was three! Holy SHIT NEW CHAMPION!
Shannan Lerch: WHAT?!?!?
Luscious Jackson: Awwwww shit, son. Reckless Jack is the World Champion.
Logan stands up and is absolutely LIVID. Seth Lerch runs out from the back and pulls Logan out from the ring, trying to calm him down and talk sense into him. Seth and Tommy Havock raise Logan's arms into the air, trying to show that he's the REAL winner, but the fans boo and Logan is still furious.
And that was the end of it. World Champion no more. No more crown. No more Logan.
February 27th 2006, The Night After Till Death Do Us Part
Logan: So your saying, that I won't wrestle again.
Doctor: No, I'm just suggesting that.
Logan: Well what the hell?
The scene opens up, inside a hospital where Logan is found sitting up on a table with a doctor examing his knee.
Doctor: For the good of your health Logan, and you not getting injured.. I'd keep away from the ring.
Logan: For how long?
Doctor: Atleast a few months, you can't risk it right now.
Logan: A few months..?!
Logan sighs.
Doctor: If you don't, this could be a life time thing. You could be limping for the rest of your life.
Logan looks down, glaring a bit.
Logan: Kind of a bad time, I just lost my world title.. and, I really need to get it back as soon as I can.
Logan looks at the Doctor.
Logan: Alright doc, you win. I'll have to talk to Seth, and see if there is something I can get into for the next few months.
Doctor: Just go home, and rest.
Logan: No, you don't understand. WCF is all I got. I mean damn, I just left my wife over this company. Our "home" is up for sale.
Doctor: So, where have you been staying?
Logan: Hotels, and such. Wherever WCF travels too, really.
Doctor: Alright Logan, whatever you continue to do in WCF.. just make sure it isn't anything psychical.
Logan looks down, as the scene fades out.
And, there it was. Your great WCFer put away from the ring, and forced to play along with Seth's silly entertainment. I won't lie, being the owner of WCF isn't really that bad. But nothing was worse then watching these guys in WCF go out there, and wrestle every week. But now, that's all in the past. The past is forgotten. I was becoming an old washed up has been in the backstage of the WCF hallways, I was becoming a nobody. Well, it's all coming to an end. Now.
Present
We come to present time, the scene opening up inside Logan's office. Instead of there being paper work spread out everywhere, his desk is clean, neat, and empty. A woman sits behind the chair, writing things down as she asks Logan a question.
Woman: So, next week if Reckless Jack or Torture even lay a hand on each other, then their both--
Logan: Yeah, whatever.. just leave it there for me to sign.
Logan is down on the floor, pumping push ups, up, and down.
Woman: Hm, alright.
Logan stands up, letting out a deep breath, and looking at the camera.
Logan: Well, hello boudles. Your probably all wondering who this woman is that's sitting behind The Face of Treachery's desk. Well, wonder no more boudles.. SHUT UP! Or keep wondering? No? Yes? SHUT UP!
Logan sighs.
Logan: This is the secretary of Treachery, and she's going to be helping me with paper work for WCF while I run it. You know, it kind of gives me a little more time to train, and talk to boudles like you.
Woman: I don't know about secretary of treachery..
Logan: The name? Oh, you don't like the name?
Woman: Not really.
Logan: Hm, let me just think of a way to make it better for you.
Woman: Oh, thanks Logan.
Logan: You got any ideas?
Woman: Ye--
Logan: SHUT UP! I'm Logan, damnit! And if I'm calling you secretary of Treachery, then that's what I'm calling you.. BOUDLE! Get back to work, and don't speak. I got things to do, you hear what I'm saying? No? Yes? I said I got a few things to get off my chest. I need to refresh the memory of all these boudles in WCF. Well, what's the best way to do this.. listen up boudles. This is your WCF owner, and legend. Yes, I know it's hard to be these two things at once.. but only a man like me could accomplish this.
Logan sighs, sitting down in the chair which is in front of the desk. Logan looks over the words "WCF Chairman" that's nicely engraved into a sliver plank under his name. Logan picks it up off the desk, looking over at it.
March 26th 2006, Blast
Seth Lerch: Well guys, I'M BACK! The Team of Treachery is control of WCF once again, as stated in the contract for this match! Seth Lerch is the owner again!
A look comes across Logan's face.
Seth Lerch: And on the next Slam-
Logan shakes his head no, and takes the mic. Seth looks confused.
Logan: Seth, Seth, you've got it wrong. The Team of Treachery IS in control.. but the owner is ME!
Seth Lerch: What?! But.. I thought..
Logan: The contract stated that the ToT would take control, but it never said YOU would take control, and since I wrestled the match and all.. well.. I'm going to be the best damn owner this company has ever seen!
Seth looks like he's having an internal fight with himself. After a few seconds, he shrugs, and raises Logan's arm again.
Seth Lerch: And your new WCF owner.. LOGAN!
So, what do you say to that? The NEW owner of WCF. Ha, me? Yes, that's right. Who would've thought that The Face of Treachery could ever run the WCF? It would be disaster. How could it have happened?
Present
Logan: So, you doing anything tonight?
Logan looks over the secretary, grinning.
Secretary: Um, actually.. yes.
Logan: You sure?
Secretary: Uh h-
Logan: SHUT UP!
Logan's grin grows into a smile.
Logan: Don't worry about that, you'll get use to it. So, I'm thinking about making a Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery eating contest for the PPV. I need a few ladies for this.. contest. You interested?
Secretary: What's a Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery?
Logan: Oh, you haven't heard..?
Secretary: No.
Logan: Hold on a second.
Logan stands up, his back turned to the camera. We hear Logan unzip his pants.
Secretary: Oh my..!
She screams, closing her eyes in her hands.
Logan: Oh come on. I see you over there trying to peak.
Secretary: Oh, god no.. may I take the rest of the day off?
Logan sighs, zipping his pants back up, and sitting down.
Logan: Matter of fact, your fired. I presented you the Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery, and you turned it down. Do you know who I am? I'm Logan damnit! You seduce me, not me seduce you. You sex ME up!
She runs out of the office, in tears. The sight will give her nightmares later in the night.
Logan: Oh well, can't have em all.
Logan stands, walking over to the desk, sitting down in his "throne" chair that has fake diamonds covering the arm bars. Logan grabs the phone, making a quick phone call.
Logan: Yes, send in the next one.
Voice: You mean, she's already gone?!
Logan: Well, yeah.. I have no clue what's wrong with her. This is good though, I'm getting all my paper work done by going through this girls.
Voice: Okay, but can I make a suggestion?
Logan: Sure.
Voice: Not everyone wants to see your penis.
Logan: Okay, send in the next one.
Logan quickly hangs up.
Logan: What's wrong with the Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery?!
Just then, a mid twenties blonde girl comes into the room.
Logan: Oh, hey.. sit please.
She takes a seat, in front of Logan's desk.
Logan: So, what's your name?
Lucy: It's Lucy, it's an honor to meet you.
Logan: Lucy.. lucy.. it's a pleasure to meet, well, yeah.. I'm Logan.
She smiles.
Logan: Lucy, I like that name. That isn't a nickname by any chance is it?
She looks confused.
Lucy: Um, no.
Logan frowns a bit.
Logan: Oh, okay. Well.. as you know, your here for a position for the secretary of treachery. But, as you also may know is that I'm a man of business, and a man of.. pleasure.
Lucy seems a bit awkward, as he slumps back in her chair.
Logan: So, if you want this job you must agree to ONE thing.. that I can call SEXertary of Treachery at any time I want, and awkward moments like this WILL occur on a regular basis.
Lucy: Hm, okay.
Lucy extends her hand, Logan extends his hand too, but doesn't shake hers.
Logan: Don't shake.
Lucy: Huh?
She puts her hand down, put Logan keeps his up.
Logan: Well, I'm sure you recognize that I'm the owner of WCF, and Logan. So, instead of us shaking hands.. you can just kiss my pinky.
She stares at him.
Logan: Hm, fine. Or you can just take a seat, and get started.
Logan gets up, as does she, as they switch chairs.
Logan: So, if you have any questions don't bother to give me a call.
Lucy: I sure will.
Logan stands up, walking over to the door.
Logan: Remember Lucy, sexertary of treachery.
Logan winks, before he leaves the office walking down the hall way.
So, here I was. WCF Owner. WCF Wrestler. Back in the ring, finally. It's never been done before, the authority of ownership, and the skill of wrestling into one. I can DO WHATEVER I wanted to. Book my own matches, give myself title shots, or hell I could even go to Sunday Slam this Sunday, strip Torture of the WCF title, and take it for my own. That's the power I had. I was God of WCF.
Logan turns the hallway corner, bumping into Joe Smith.
Logan: Good ole Mike.
Joe Smith: It's Joe.
Logan: SHUT UP!
Joe Smith: Logan, you've known me for years.. I don't know how many times we've down promos together.
Logan: Uh, yeah? Okay? I called you Mike.
Joe Smith: ....
Logan: You get me, boudle? I'm the owner of WCF, and I just called you Mike.
Joe Smith sighs.
Joe Smith: Okay, cameraman, over here.
The promo begins on live T.V.
Joe Smith: This is Mike Smith here with WCF chairman, and active superstar.. Logan.
Logan: How you doing tonight, Mike?
Mike Smith: Er, uh.. great.
Logan: That's good, Mike. So boudles, the time has finally come.. I'm back in the ring. Now, your probably wondering why I'm not the WCF champion already.
Mike Smith: Yes, actually.
Logan: SHUT UP! I'll tell you why, just like I explained on Sunday Slam.. I'm Logan.
Logan stares at the camera.
Mike Smith: Uh..
Logan: Hold on, Mike.
Logan coughs, and looks around.
Logan: Exactly? You see that, I have power over everything. I just made boudle across the nation sit there, in silence, and watch me. I just stopped the entertainment in this promo, and then brought it back to life. You hear that boudles? I'm The God of WCF. Anyway, like I was saying before I just rudely abused my powers.. I'm not just going to take the title away from Torture, and keep it for myself. You know why I wouldn't do that? SHUT UP! Because I'm going back to my roots, I'm going back the way it started for EVERY WCF champion. I'm kicking it down from the bottom, and up to the top just like every single great hall of famer, or WCF champion ever did in WCF. Now maybe, the last few champions in WCF didn't exactly do that. Like Reckless Jack, look at him.. he was a mistake. I kicked him out of T.o.T, and Seth thought that "Hey, for ratings why don't we just throw him in a world title match next week." Well, look what happened there. The WCF had a paper champion for about a month, till well... the next boudle got a title shot. Outcast, the next paper champion. What the hell was that all about? Oh, just because he's got a good name in WCF's from before he can just come in, and get a title shot. Well, that went real smooth. Then there was Bobby Cairo, who the HELL is that? I mean really, I know I was running WCF at the time this happened.. but what the hell? Then there was JJ Biggs, another nobody who hung around in WCF for a few weeks then suddenly got a title shot, and happened to win. It just started pummeling down, and pummeling down the roster.. before you knew it you'd think that everybody would have a run at the title. Until now, yes, you know who.. Torture. Or The Tort, or whatever you want to call him. Yeah, he's got a few moral values of what the WCF champion should be.. he worked to get there. And that's exactly what I'm trying to tell all of you new WCF boudles. I'm coming back, to show everyone exactly how you become a WCF champion, the reason why I'm a four time champion, and WCF Legend. I'm going to climb the ladder, just like I have before, and show everyone the bloody path to glory, and what it takes to be a true champion.
Mike Smith: Well, ye--
Logan: SHUT UP! Mike. I'm talking right now. You see, it's true.. ever since I haven't been in the ring WCF has just lost it's morals. The title got pasted around like a french whore, people were crying about a curse? No, it wasn't curse. It was just nobodys getting title shots out of the blue, it was new guys coming in, that barely worked for anything to get a title shot, get one, win it, and then pass it on to the next new guy. What this was, was nothing but a mistake. And that's why I'm coming back, and that's why I'm going to work my way to the title.
Mike Smith: As we've talked about, it would be so much easier to just strip Tort of the title.
Logan: I'll admit, I'm an asshole. But Torture worked hard to get where he is now, I'll give him credit there. I'm not just going to take that away from him, and what the hell Mike haven't you been listening to me?
Mike Smith: Uh, yeah..?
Logan: SHUT UP! I just explained how I'm going to show all these new guys the old school moral values of WCF. Every WCF world champion from 2000 to my last title run had to f'n work to get to the gold, and when did they.. it was something to remember. This WCF? Bah. It's all junk now, everything just went to hell. But I'm here to bring it back, and fight my way to the championship.
Mike Smith: It's nice to see your not going to use your power as the owner to get ahead. Well, your journey starts this Sunday, Logan, and it's against Ripper.
Logan starts laughing a bit.
Logan: Good ole boudle, Ripper. If I don't recall, I believe back on Saturday of Treachery in sometime of 2003, I got you fired Ripper in that pink slip match. I'm sure you remember that, now wouldn't you Ripper? Well, good to see your back, and all. Look's like your doing pretty good. WCF tag champions? Hm, sounds nice. But let me see, you spilt the tag titles with Burn Out, and Road Rage? Haha. SHUT UP! So, how do you three boudles make up your minds on what two are going to wear the titles when you go out to eat at Mikey D's? I don't really care, and I don't even want to know. I've kicked your ass before Ripper, yes, it's happened. What's going to stop me from doing it again? Nothing.
Logan starts leaving the scene.
Mike Smith: You finished Logan?
Logan: Yeah.
Mike Smith: Can you change my name back to Joe Smith, please?
Logan: SHUT UP!
Logan walks down the hall way, as Mike shrugs with the scene fading out.
